Zuo Ci looked at Chen Xi curiously, failing to find even a trace of awe in Chen Xi's eyes; instead, there was something akin to the arrogance one might have upon seeing a rare animal, chilling Zuo Ci to the bone.
"Ci is but an outsider to the world, even though he was invited to Mount Tai, why bother troubling the officials? However, Marquis Chen isn't worried that I might harboring ill intentions towards Mount Tai?" Zuo Ci, flicking his horsetail whisk, said with an inscrutable smile on his face.
"To be able to recite the Requiem here, one would not be of malicious intent. Besides, if the priest is indeed an Immortal, he surely wouldn't strike at me. If the priest is a mortal, I have my own means to protect myself," Chen Xi said indifferently, eyeing Zuo Ci's black horsetail whisk curiously.